Month: May 2018

Water

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Across the planet we are quickly running out of free potable water and it’s time we do something about it. The day is soon coming when all fresh water will be owned by a corporation who will have no problem charging us to drink it. If you think I am wrong research Nestle Corp. and their current actions . . . that should be enough to convince you. The fact that the corporations are going after the aquifers now should give us ample evidence that they are worried about availability. . . and this article itself is downright scary . . . . . privatization

“Yeah,” but what can we do about it”?

There are many ways to handle this situation, but for now I am working on conserving what we have by promoting something we all can get our minds around . . . the compost toilet. Today in America roughly 25% of our fresh water usage is used to carry a small turd down a long pipe way to deposit it into a septic tank. This is a huge amount of overkill to a rational person. . . . BUT

Because we Americans are SO squeamish when it comes to our waste we approve of this and see it as a fine and proper way to be dealing with a disgusting subject.  This poop stuff might make great party joke material, but every serious minded modern person is quite content to carry on with this ‘out of sight – out of mind’ approach forever, but guess what folks . . . the parties just about over. Fresh water will soon be in short supply . . . and already is in many parts of this country.  . . . toilet water usage  

Today the composting toilet has come a long way towards coming out as the prime way to dispose of our waste. Not by spending thousands of dollars to hide it, but by recycling our waste and using it to fertilize our plants, trees and ultimately after a year or so, our gardens.

We country dwellers should have no problem at all making the switch and many have already done so. All we need do is just buy or build a compost toilet and set it up. The city planners will have to think a bit deeper, but many are doing that already also.

city composting toilets

Why give Monsanto the OK to poison our planet with their toxic chemicals when a little bit of humanure fertilizer will do the job better, cheaper, cleaner, and far more beneficial? It’s a no brainer . . .

I built myself a really nice toilet for roughly 65.00 total including a bale of horse bedding and the required buckets. I am, at the moment, working on a better way to separate the liquid from the solid (it’s not so difficult) and then, once perfected, I will have some for sale for about 175.00 apiece. I will also have pictures and free prints available on this blog as a PDF for those who want to build their own compost toilet.

If you want a manufactured device I’d suggest the Nature’s Head for starters. natures head It gets good reviews and is a bit more advanced and simplified than the originals.

Regardless how you go about it (and I know it’s hard to believe) these things do not stink as much as your flush toilet! . . . honest to God . . . if you set them up properly you will think when you use it, that you are in heaven. . .

If that’s not good enough to convince you, instead of heaven . . . welcome to the coming hell of a dried up planet. . . water Armageddon 

 

Space-Time and Non-duality

If death delivers us from the binding constricts of time and space . . . why fear death when it is no more than a ticket back to the singularity of our one true home?

Like the guy says, as we get so easily lost in words, language has no way of revealing these truths to us, BUT meditation does.

The Tao Te Ching gives the best thought I believe . . . in the first chapter when it says:

(my interpretation, there are others more true to the original chinese I am sure))

Before the beginning there was the Unknown.

At the beginning the Unknown split into two parts.

One part remained the unknown, the other formed the (time and space) heavens and the earth.

Man, unable to understand the Unknown, either worships it or denies it’s existence.

There are some things in life that must be experienced in order to understand them.

Listening to music.

The taste of a fresh peach.

The touch of a lover.

The scent of fresh rain in a forest.

The view from the top of a mountain.

In all these cases, to deprive the senses from experiencing, is to deprive the knowing.

The Tao must also be experienced.

Give her a name and she becomes a religion.

Ignore her and she will never cease knocking at your door.

The purpose for time and space is for us to experience the wonders and the beauty of that unknown singularity from which we came . . . what we have created, because of the laws of duality governing it, is chaos . . . our chaos, our doing, our responsibility to fix it, nurture it, and restore it.

Time and space are one of the greatest conundrums of both science and philosophy, and have been so since we began to think about them self-reflectively. Many, especially in physics, see space-time as an objective thing, which can be bent and twisted. Others, namely in Eastern philosophy, see time and space as illusions, narratives in…

via The Linguistic Demon of Space-Time — Science and Nonduality

The Rainmakers

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Standing alone
In the freezing rain
Among the insane
There is no pain
There is no gain.

The thrill of the fight
The rush while in flight,
Away we go . . . into the night.

Standing alone
Wanting to scream
But it’s not easy to scream
In this fucked up dream.

Where the bullets are slow
And my barrel is bent.
And my target
Will never stay down.

Standing alone
In the rain
Among the crying, among the dying
Watching war go round.

Again-and again-and again.

 

Suicide

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Reading a lot about suicide lately I began to wonder, instead of Anthony Bourdain, what it would take for me to do the deed, because at one time in my youth I could have. When I was younger (in the late 60’s) I went through a time when I thought it would be a good idea to off myself, but then I ran away from my problem and got stoned for a couple of years instead.

When I got older I realized that the suicidal thoughts began because I had expected too much from this decidedly fractured society. I was too good for this place and I was drowning in a huge portion of self pity and self righteousness.

I had the strong belief in America and the people who ran it . . . false deduction #1.

I had a strong belief that my marriage was ordained by God and my ex and I were solidly behind one another . . . false deduction #2.

I believed that I was a tough guy who could handle anything . . . false deduction #3.

I wanted to kill myself and make a statement to everybody for taking me for granted. This act would teach them all a good lesson. . . false deduction #4

I wanted to kill myself because I thought I had reached the end of my rope and had nowhere else to turn .  . . wrong deduction #5

One day after a strong psychedelic experience, after a ‘coming to Jesus’ experience, after dropping all that religious stuff and having a ‘coming to Jim’ experience . . . I began to see our lives here on this dimension had never been created for our ease or our prosperity . . . we were here to learn and to experience as much as possible during our short stay upon these shores.

I learned that karma rules the affairs of men and as I give I will receive. No longer looking for love, I began to see how necessary it was to share to the best of my ability the love that I have within myself with others.

I learned that I was responsible for my actions and if I found myself behind the eightball, chances were I had placed myself there. I quit being a victim and worked towards being a warrior . . . not as I did earlier in my life, but in a spiritual sense. Not in over the top religion, but by quietly following the pathway called kindness. Not by making a spectacle of myself in any direction, but by being there for anyone who crossed my path. (regardless of race, color or creed).

Today as an old man I see nothing but chaos surrounding me in every direction and I seldom leave the confines of my front porch . . . but if anybody comes by I will sit and talk with them, give them a beer or a cup coffee and listen to their complaints without judgement or preachy direction. . . and that old lady who just smacked me in the ass with her grocery cart? I will spin around and give her a smile (though a bit disingenuous)

Today life is great and suicide is far from my mind because I know this life has never been meant to be a rose garden, . . . it’s a battlefield brother, not a recreation room. It’s a fight and not a game. When I fall down, I’m gonna get up because I didn’t start out to play . . . I think we need to learn that.